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From: rvanl@midland.co.nz (Roel van Leeuwen)
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Subject: Re: The Stumble Inn
Date: Sat, 29 Apr 95 05:02:59 GMT
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In article <3mu4hi$o8m@er7.rutgers.edu>,
   jimmoore@eden.rutgers.edu (James Moore) wrote:
->The Stumble Inn seemed to go up virtually overnight.  It was truly a 
glorious 
->place to behold.  Reaching up over three floors, it was enormous.  Trestle 
had
->to find an area big enough for the place.  It could easily dwarf any other 
inn
->presently in the city and was big enough to be called its own city block.  
->The walls were painted the color of rubies with gold trimming.  The slightly 
->slanted roof could not easily be accessed by the unacomplished climber. 
Trestle
->publicly surveyed the building of his Tavern.  He passed out many flyers and 
->posters of the large Grand Opening that was soon to occur.  He invited all 
->those that were of importance to the town to his Tavern to be his guests for 
->the big event.  His staff was already quite large and very exotic, and very 
->unusual.  But he still was trying to hire people as employees.  He 
apparently 
->needed more than he had.  
->But no matter how much he was seen doing things on the inside, no one ever 
saw
->what occurred on the inside.  The doors were always locked, the windows were 
->at-present blackened. and there was some sort of magic on the entire 
building
->to keep people out.  One night the town constablery found a badly injured 
thief
->lying moaning outside the front of the door to the place.  He had apparently 
->been so anxious to see the inside that when he attempted to break in the 
door,
->he was flung by some powerful shock halfway across the road.  The poor fool 
->had broken his arm as a result.  Everyone in the city could see that there 
was 
->indeed something strange about the place.  Not even the birds would roust on 
->the roof of the Inn.  Trestle obviously had something big that he wanted to
->keep secret from unwanted eyes.  Word quickly passed among the underground 
that
->there was something of great importance there, something of value.  And many 
->people could hear odd music playing there late at night.  
->Several thieves from the local guild made bets with each other as to what 
was 
->so important in there that he needed magic to keep everyone away.  His staff 
->was the only ones working on the place.  They had no trouble going in or out 
->at will.  Some of the thieves tried to jump one of the bartenders one night 
to
->try to gain access to the bar, but they were unprepaired for the fight that 
->awaited them.  Word had it that the bartender had been jumped by three or 
four
->big burly guys and were thrown about like dolls.  The men suffered many 
broken
->bones each at the hands of the great Rakshasa Bartender.  And when the guild 
->approached Trestle about paying the protection fees, he just laughed at 
them, 
->right in their faces.  He wasn't about to be bullied by the local guilds.  
He 
->"was a simple businessman, just trying to earn an honest living."  He did 
not 
->need the "protection" of any guild.  He was however very complient towards 
the 
->Merchants' Guild.  He got all of the neccessary permits he needed and paid 
for
->them in gold rather than silver.  He struck deals with many of the 
merchants,
->his business for their patronage.  And if he was ever cheated he would be 
very 
->angry and would go to great lengths to tell them so if he was ever 
didpleased.
->It was very obvious that Trestle knew what he was doing.  Word had it that 
he 
->had another Bar back in the Realms that was even bigger than the one he was 
->now busy building.  He paid many people very hansomely for information and 
to 
->help advertise the bar.  He paid people to talk about it at great length as 
if 
->they knew what was instore within.  Trestle was even secretly through 
->underground sources gathering information on all of the "known" people in 
the
->city.  He wasn't stupid.  
->
->Then came the time for the Stumble Inn to finally open...
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Thought it was a Duck
Put it on the table with it's leg sticking up
(lets bottle up and go)
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Thought it was a Duck
Put it on the table with it's leg sticking up
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